He raked his gaze down the length of me—hair mussed, cheeks flushed, chest rising too fast—then dragged it back up, memorizing every inch.
“What are you thinking about?” I pushed, my voice low.
His answer was immediate. Hungry. “Fucking you.”
A bolt of heat shot through me. I swallowed hard. “My mouth?” I teased, but it came out wrecked and hopeful.
He shook his head. “No,” he murmured. “Your ass.”
The moan ripped out of me before I could swallow it. “Adrian…”
I wanted it so badly my hips lifted on instinct, body begging even though I knew I wasn’t fully healed, even though every part of me was still tender.
But God, I wanted him inside me. I wanted every inch of us tangled the way we used to be, no space, no doubt, no fear.
His breath stuttered at the sound I made, at how openly I reached for him.
“Yeah,” he whispered, thumb brushing my swollen mouth again. “I know you do.”
Adrian’s breath stilled, a sound he only made when he was past thinking and deep into wanting. He shifted closer, knees bracketing my hips, still stroking himself slow… deliberately slow… letting me feel every second of it.
Then he leaned in close enough that his cock brushed my lower belly, hot and heavy and impossible to ignore. Bracing his hand over my head, Adrian leaned up until his fat tip ghosted my lips, making them glossy.
“Give it a lick.” His voice was rough velvet. “Just a little one.”
My pulse kicked hard. I lowered my chin, mouth already parting without my permission.
He guided himself closer, dragging his tip along my bottom lip—slick, smooth, wobbling just slightly. I felt the shiver go through him as I tasted him, that first warm stroke of salt and heat.
A quiet curse spilled out of him.
“Good,” he breathed. “Just like that.”
I flicked my tongue again, slower this time, savoring the way his whole body tightened above mine. His hand slid into my hair, not pulling, just holding me there as if he needed the anchor.
“Now…” He let out a shaky exhale. “A little suck.”
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, taking him just enough to feel the weight of him on my tongue. His groan was loud and unrestrained as his fingers tightened in my hair.
“Jesus, Eli…”
His hips twitched forward, just a pulse, his body wanting more than his brain dared take. I hollowed my cheeks the smallest bit, giving him pressure without movement.
His head bowed, forehead nearly touching mine, breath coming in hot little bursts against my skin.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered, voice breaking. “You’re actually gonna…” His hand fluttered where it held my jaw. “God, that feels so good.”
I hummed around him, letting him feel that too, and his whole body jerked.
He wasn’t fucking my mouth—not yet—but his weight, his scent, the way he hovered there, barely holding himself back… It was perfect. Intimate. Adrenalized.
And the way he looked at me as if I was the thing he’d been starving for—that was almost better than the sex itself.
“Fuck my mouth,” I garbled around him, the words messy and wet, vibrating against the head of his cock.
Adrian’s breath caught, his hips even twitched as if his body wanted to obey, but he shook his head, jaw tight with control.
“Just—” He swallowed hard. “Just let me enjoy this. If you suck me, it’ll all be over.”
